Heb 11:24-27 (27)
My parents faithfully took me to see Dr. Martin, the family dentist. Even as a five-year-old, the sound of the drill, the smell of the silver and paste, and the atmosphere of the office were familiar.
Dr. Martin was more than the family dentist. He was our friend. He treated me like someone special. This probably is why I developed an interest in being a dentist. Dr. Martin found out about this. He was enthusiastic in his encouragement. “Gayle,” he said, “I have another complete equipped room. If you go to school and become a dentist you can come back here and I will have a place for your in my business.” That cinched it.
I had every intention of becoming a dentist. That was to change. God spoke to me in my senior year of high school. At that time I knew that I had a choice to make. I could obey Him and preach the gospel or I could reject Him and do what I wanted.
When you love God, it really isnt much of a choice. You simple do what is pleasing to him. Some may think that Moses decision was a tragedy. They may think that his sacrifice was great. In reality, nothing is a sacrifice when you are giving it up to obey the Lord.
Dr. Gayle Woods
Psalm 113:1-3 (2)
I sat in the Los Angeles Ram’s stadium. I was awed by the excitement of worship that permeated the atmosphere. Sixty-five thousand men had sung praises to God in beautiful harmony. Sixty-five thousand men had lifted their voices to God in prayer. Sixty-five thousand men had pored over their open Bibles in serious study of God’s Word. Sixty-five thousand men had listened intently to one invigorating and challenging message after another throughout the day.
Now we were in a time of intermission between services. Approximately thirty-three thousand men on one half of the stadium shouted out “We love Jesus. Yes, we do.” Hardly had the sound of the multitude crossed the stadium until thirty-three thousand men on the other side of the stadium responded in like manner.
This thrilling act of worship and love made me think of those in heaven prostrate before the throne crying out continuously “Holy, Holy, Holy.” The Hebrew word for praise in itself expresses this same idea. It means to boast, to be clamorously foolish in our raving, to celebrate, to rage, to give glory.
We know that our best descriptions of God are pitifully lacking. Just seeing our Lord will surely bring continuous ravings of glorious celebration to our lips as we join the millions of the blood washed throng in praise to our King.
Dr. Gayle Woods
